Runaway Train

I'm worried about you
 I'm worried about me
 The curves around midnight
 Aren't easy to see
 Flashing red warnings
 Unseen in the rain
 This thing has turned into
 A runaway train
 Long-distance phone calls
 A voice on the line
 Electrical miles
 That soften the time
 The dynamite too
 Is hooked on the wire
 And so are the rails
 Of American Flyers
 Blind boys and gamblers
 They invented the blues
 Will pay up in blood
 When this marker comes due
 To try and get off now
 It's about as insane
 As those who wave lanterns
 At runaway trains
 Steel rails and hard lives
 Are always in twos
 I have been here before this
 And now it's with you
 I'm worried about you
 I'm worried about me
 We're lighting the fuses
 And counting to three
 And what are the choices
 For those who remain
 The sign of the cross
 On a runaway train
 This thing has turned into
 A runaway train
 This thing has turned into
 A runaway train
 Our love has turned into
 A runaway train